Having arrived at the port, Nestorius and Hairini both headed to where their ship should be. While Hairini looked around herself, absorbed by the looks of the port, Nestorius suggested they check if they had all their documents. Having done so, they headed to buy their tickets and board the ship. At the ship, the two show their documents and tickets, causing the crew member to raise an eyebrow towards Nestorius. "You are Septiadis?" he asked. "Why, of course. Who else would I be?"
The crew member stood there in silence for a moment and leaned forward. He whispered something in his ear, something Nestorius would yell loudly: "PEOPLE THINK I WAS ASSASSINATED?!" he yelled out. The crew member attempted to shush the surprised senator, but only with Wataa's help was that achieved. "How about you send a message to the Senate and inform them of our plans to arrive?" she asked politely. The crew member straightened up and rushed elsewhere. The two hoped nothing bad will happen.
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Thankfully, nothing bad happened. The crew member returned to tell of how the Western Mediterranean Fleet will be escorting the ship now, because of their presence. They thanked the crew member for his hard work and went to their room. Nestorius laid in his bed, still under slight shock over the fact that people have thought he had been killed years ago. Soon, that thought subsided after he realized that he barely remembered anyone at the Senate; he'd only hope someone recognized him when the two arrived. Hairini was very much more upbeat, as she continued writing into her book. While the two would attend meals onboard, both spent their times mostly in their room.
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One evening, off the coast of the Peloponnese, Nestorius was alone in his room, having calmed himself slightly over the rumor by reading some literature. At one point, he noticed how he was in fact alone. If Hairini, a native from Aoteorea, were to do something obscene, it would be his neck in the yoke. Swiftly, he put the literature down and headed to the deck to look for her. Almost instantly, he found her near the railing, staring out at Hellas. He slowly approached her and joined in. "How long have you stared out at the coast and sky?" he asked. "Heh.... I've lost count," she responded, to which he responded with his own little laugh. "You could've told me that you'd be gazing tonight. I would've joined you," he said with a smile, which Hairini responded with another little laugh.
The two gazed out and talked about their respective motherlands; while Nestorius hadn't missed Greece much, as he had seen it all, he did miss Hadrianopolis, as well as Dyrrhachion. Hairini made many comparisons when reminded of home, which Nestorius noticed. "You miss your home, more than I miss mine, hm?" he asked. She looked away from a moment, unsure how to respond, before turning back towards him. "I do. I really do. But I am here thanks to my home.... and my family," she said. She spoke of how the other big reason why she was working overseas was that she was supporting her family back home, and she spoke of events of discrimination she and her family had faced. "There are many kinds of people in this world, Hairini. Remember that," Nestorius commented. "I know, I've met one right here," she replied with a smile, which slowly faded.
She began to hesitate whether or not she should ask Nestorius what is on her mind, but after giving it some thought, she decided it was worth a shot. "Nestor, if I may call you that.... is it possible if you could speak about discrimination against non-Greeks in the Empire?" she asked. Nestorius shrugged. "I've been gone for so long. The political scene at the Senate might've already decided to do something about it, but I don't know. However, if I'm forced to speak about it, I will defend the people of this Empire, Greek or not," he told her. Hairini sighed, happy that someone would speak about the topic. "Oh, and if you wish to call me Nestor, that's fine by me. Just give me a nickname for you," he told her slyly. Hairini took a moment to think of a name: "Cyrene."
"Well then, Cyrene, I believe we've gazed enough. We should go to sleep," Nestorius said with a smile. The two returned to their room and went to sleep.